Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet novel Chapter 88

The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland

Chapter 88 Rumors of the End of the World

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A plump middle–aged woman near the front of the line was just about to reach the stall when she receiv a message from her son, urging her to buy extra so he could share them with his classmates at school. Hearing the protests from behind and afraid Elizabeth might cave under pressure and refuse to let her increase her order, she immediately bristled.

She turned around sharply and snapped, “The boss already agreed to sell more! Why are you all whinin back there? What’s with all the complaints? Since when is having money not allowed to buy things?”

The atmosphere instantly grew tense, and both sides were on the verge of arguing.

Elizabeth quickly raised her hand and pressed it downward.

The simple gesture carried a strange calming force, and the restless crowd quieted slightly.

She raised her voice and reassured them, “Everyone, don’t worry! I brought plenty of potatoes today! An I’ve already set aside all the quantities that were preordered at the Free Market. Every customer who preordered is guaranteed their share! Please keep order and don’t panic!”

Her words acted like a shot of confidence, and the tension in the crowd visibly eased.

Humus had originally agreed with Orion to buy 500, but swept up by the atmosphere, he gritted his teet! and decided to pay out of pocket for another 500.

Behind him, Benji stared at the scene in complete disbelief.

This was insane.

These were potatoes priced at 180 stellar coins per 3.5 ounces!

Not liquid supplements at 50 stellar coins per vial!

Actually… even with liquid supplements, he’d never seen people buying in the hundreds or thousands like

this!

One thousand potatoes–that was 180,000 stellar coins!

Are people on Centria Planet all this rich?

Am I the only broke one here?

Dylan noticed his shock and leaned in to whisper, “Benji, don’t doubt it. Once you take them home and try them yourself, you’ll understand. At 180 stellar coins, we’re the ones getting the bargain.”

Transfer completed, goods handed over

The line actually moved quickly.

Elizabeth worked efficiently, and the transaction process was smooth

Soon, the early loyal customers were finished, and it was the turn of those who had joined purely out of

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Chapter 88 Rumors of the End of the World

curiosity.

A spirited–looking retired old man stepped to the front.

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Instead of immediately stating how many he wanted, he studied Elizabeth and the potatoes on the grou with interest, lowered his voice, and asked mysteriously, “Young lady–Boss–tell me the truth. Are thes potatoes… about to go extinct?”

Elizabeth couldn’t help laughing. “Sir, you’re overthinking it. If they were about to go extinct, would I be selling them?”

The old man nodded thoughtfully, then leaned in closer, speaking solemnly. “Then, is there some kind insider news? Is another ‘End Era‘ coming? If you’ve heard anything, tell this old man so I can prepare.”

Elizabeth didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Sir, I’m just a small potato vendor. What insider news could I possibly have? Besides, if the apocalypse were really coming, wouldn’t I hoard these for myself instead of selling them?”

The old man looked puzzled. “Then why are they buying so many? They’re acting like money doesn’t matter. It’s like the end of the world is happening all over again. Even I’m getting nervous watching this.”

Elizabeth smiled. “Maybe it’s just because my potatoes are especially delicious.”

The old man looked skeptical. “How good could they be? Good enough to make people go crazy over them like this?”

Elizabeth seized the opportunity to promote. “Why not buy a few and see for yourself?”

He was a straightforward man and clearly not short on money. He laughed heartily. “Alright! With a lineu like this, I’ll give them a try too! Ten to start!”

‘Sure thing. Ten potatoes, 3,600 stellar coins,” Elizabeth quoted.

As he scanned the payment code, he couldn’t help muttering, “What kind of premium variety are these? They’re even more expensive than the ones at specialty food stores.”

A loyal customer nearby, who had just bought his own potatoes and hadn’t left yet, chimed in enthusiastically, “Sir, you’ve got it wrong! Tycoon Boss’s potatoes are top–tier quality! At this price, it’s a steal! You won’t regret it. Once you taste them, you’ll be back for more!”

The old man chuckled, carrying his ten potatoes away. Before leaving, he turned back and called out, “If they’re really as good as they say, I’ll be back next time!”

The curious onlookers behind him, however, hadn’t personally experienced the magic of the potatoes like

the earlier customers.

Many still hesitated at the price of 180 stellar coins per 3.5 ounces.

Most bought just a few out of curiosity–or because they’d already waited in line and felt like leaving empty–handed would be a waste.

Elizabeth didn’t mind.

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